It was hours, days, months that flew by
Not a single dew of poetry-ridden madness
...
Just when it seemed
you stumbled upon
the wrong stars,
it will bring you
...
At loss for words, I can’t explain
the depths of glittery desires
block all sense.
Yet to be who I will be
...
Dancing lights on a rainy Sunday,
it flickers,
it dances,
gracefully reflected in my eyes.
...
A go for love would be to fathom my codes
Resembling intersecting roads,
I am not easy.
I led many hearts astray, left them weary.
...
The skies drained of paint,
bruise a love so taint.
...
Cold sweat trickles down this lonely sweater,
she uneasily walks the halls of this place,
...
Regrets tangle the goodness
I feel a wish to be dismissive.
Arrival of pretty things
that attaches to a soul
...